Ye Liang was furious!
Before his eyes lay a peaceful village.
Several ragged samurai on horseback were scrambling for food on the ground, while an old man lay in a pool of blood, a large gash torn across his chest!
"Who are you people! Why did you harm an innocent man!" Ye Liang shouted in anger.
"And who the hell are you! Oh! I see now, this old fool must've prepared this food for you, didn't he!" Another ragged samurai spat into an empty bowl on the ground, then raised his long blade and stepped forward menacingly.
He was sweating in his hands, fully committed to killing.
Ye Liang's pupils dilated slightly as his fury built. He didn't display any martial arts skills, but merely narrowed his eyes. Instantly, [Sky-Piercing Slaughter Aura] swept toward the samurai before him!
His killing intent was strong—surely the samurai could understand that!
The other nearby samurai stopped scrambling. As they turned toward Ye Liang, each dropped dead instantly!
A small child shivered as he approached the body and leaned down to check for breath.
He was dead!
"What kind of person dares attack soldiers of our ancestral nation!" The remaining samurai rushed over.
They hadn't felt Ye Liang's killing intent head-on—they just found his presence unsettling.
Or perhaps, they were simply too weak to feel it...
Ye Liang fixed them with a murderous glare!
Leaning heavily on the crying child beside him, Ye Liang limped forward slowly: "This old man was just a common villager. Why did you kill him!"
"Haha! This guy's even a cripple!"
The samurai nearby burst into laughter.
They ignored Ye Liang and began helping their suddenly collapsed comrade back up while chatting among themselves.
"You bastard, pretending to be dead again! Get up, to your stomach!"
One of the samurai wearing a bun shaped like an egg had just lifted the fallen man when he was suddenly shocked by the expression on his face!
His face turned bone-white with terror!
His eyes were bulging!
He looked exactly like someone who'd been scared stiff to death!
"Kill someone with a single gaze?
How is that even possible!
Could this be because of that terrifying killing intent from just a moment ago!" The topknot warrior swallowed hard and fell silent.
"What's wrong, Matsushita? Why are you silent like Butsuma now?
Could it be...?
He's dead?!
Haha!"
Seeing his reaction, the other samurai teased him again.
But Matsushita was absolutely terrified!
To him, these men were practically signing their own death warrants! Someone who could kill a well-trained samurai with just a single glare—how could they, ordinary men, possibly provoke such a person!
In the blink of an eye.
Ye Liang was walking toward them.
His pace was slow, leaning on the child for support, making his steps awkward.
The surrounding samurai raised their swords!
But just as they prepared to confront the slowly approaching Ye Liang, one after another, they dropped to the ground, kneeling in terror.
Their faces twisted in horror, their pupils bulging outward—they died exactly the same way as the fallen samurai on the ground!
All slain by fear of the killing intent!
Finally, Ye Liang approached the topknot samurai.
"And you? How would you like to die?"
"Lord, have mercy! I didn't kill the old man! I didn't kill the old man at all!" The topknot warrior continuously kowtowed, his forehead already split open, yet he showed no sign of stopping.
Ye Liang suddenly squatted down, placing his hand on the boy's head.
"What do you say? Should we kill him?" He gave the choice to the boy.
On one hand, the samurai was the boy's enemy. On the other, Ye Liang wanted to test the boy's character.
Although the child's grandfather had died, this topknot samurai indeed had nothing to do with it.
Ye Liang's Bloodline Eye saw clearly—this samurai had absolutely no malicious aura. Either a new recruit or genuinely a righteous soldier.
"I… I don't know," the boy hesitated immediately.
"If you don't know, then help your grandpa inside. It's just a blade wound. He still has a chance."
"Brother, can you really save my grandpa!" Hearing Ye Liang's words, the boy happily supported his grandfather into the wooden hut.
Ye Liang inwardly marveled at the boy's remarkable endurance...
He glanced at the samurai on the ground. "You can stand down. I'm letting you go."
"Yes! Yes! Thank you, honorable sir!"
The samurai quickly expressed his gratitude.
Ye Liang ignored the man, gesturing for him to sit. The samurai immediately understood and helped Ye Liang beneath a large willow tree.
Ye Liang sat cross-legged, settling down.
"Which faction are you from? And why have you come to this small village?" he asked.
From their attire, they were clearly Warring States soldiers.
The samurai bowed before Ye Liang.
"Reporting to you, honorable sir, we serve under the Heavenly Emperor! Having suffered defeat at the frontlines, we could only retreat back here."
"Hmm."
"No wonder the malicious aura was so strong—they were just deserters," Ye Liang said coolly. "Which country are you from, and what year is this anyway?"
"This is the 37th year of Goshan (Imperial Provision Era), and we serve the Ancestral Nation. Honorable sir, may I ask why you need to know this?" the samurai asked.
"Is that something you should be asking!"
Startled, the samurai hurriedly kowtowed again.
After asking a few more questions, Ye Liang stood up and returned indoors.
The old man had been stabbed. On the surface, he looked dead, but his brain was still functioning. In modern medical terms, as long as the brain wasn't completely dead, death hadn't truly occurred.
[Mystical Palm Technique!] Ye Liang used to mend the old man's wound, then gently stimulated his heart with [Lightning Release].
The old man gave a few coughs... then abruptly opened his eyes!
"Man, those years of cram school weren't for nothing!" Ye Liang chuckled to himself before walking out of the hut with the samurai.
...
"Master, won't you take a rest first?" Ichiro Matsushita wiped cold sweat from his brow, his arm supporting Ye Liang already numb!
They'd been walking nonstop for hours.
"You're tired?" Ye Liang asked.
"No! No! If the master isn't tired, how dare I complain?" Ichiro Matsushita shook off his sweat.
Ye Liang smiled.
He knew Ichiro Matsushita couldn't hold on anymore. After such a long time of physical activity, even Ye Liang himself felt a bit worn out.
"Fine then, we'll rest nearby."
"Eh! Alright! I'll go fetch something nourishing for the master to eat." Ichiro Matsushita agreed, quickly heading into the woods.
Ye Liang smiled.
He plopped down somewhere without much thought. At this point, Ichiro Matsushita had become expendable.
There was a village ahead, and behind should be a moat (defensive waterway).
According to Ichiro Matsushita, if they continued forward for half a day, they would arrive at the Ancestral Nation.
Ye Liang had no idea what kind of place the Ancestral Nation was.
In his memory, wasn't this supposed to be the Naruto world (based on the anime universe)? That place shouldn't exist here.
"Could it be I overlooked something?"
He tapped his temple, and a sultry beauty materialized.
"System, how much longer until my injuries heal completely?"
"According to calculations, at minimum, six months!"
"That long?" Ye Liang's face darkened. In unfamiliar territory with urgent matters to handle, six months could change everything.
He tapped his temple again, and the beauty vanished like before.
At this moment,
Dragging a pheasant in hand, Ichiro Matsushita emerged from the distant woods.
Ye Liang perked up.
"This guy actually came back?"
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